9/22/21

Today is Wednesday. David took me to the hospital this morning. We left the house at 7:15 AM and my quick in and out surgery, turned into something a bit more lengthy. they told me over the phone when they were setting this thing up that it would only take an hour. Boy, were they wrong. I was there for five hours. There was no problem removing the port, however. I was told wrong over the phone. They had a bit of trouble getting me to sleep. They underestimated my ability to stay awake under the influence of drugs. They had to give me more pina coladas three times. The nurses would say something and I would say, what? My head was turned to the left and I was covered with a drape, so I could see nothing. I didn’t know if they were talking to me or to themselves. Every time I would say “what?”, they would say “are you still awake!?!” Uh, Yep! Then, they would hit me with more juice in my IV. 

I spent the entire afternoon asleep in my bed at home. I didn’t get very much sleep last night, and I was so very tired. I have no appointments tomorrow, so maybe I can finish opening the mail that has been piling up and clear off the kitchen table.  I’m supposed to take it easy for the next five days, as if that’s even going to be an issue.

I go see my local oncologist in Tyler on Friday morning. I can’t seem to get rid of this cough that I’ve had ever since they burned my esophagus. However, if she even mentions getting another CAT scan, I’m going to politely decline. If I have any more of those, I think I would probably cough up a hairball. Get it? Hey, that was funny.

If people could hear what I am thinking even half the time, I would either end up in jail or a mental hospital.

Take last night for example: I had trouble sleeping.  I was awake most of the night. It was so lonely, that I called Jake, from State Farm, just to talk to somebody. 

He asked me what I was wearing.

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  1. Too funny, Patty! So ironic that you mention Jake at State Farm. I have a customer who is a Store Manager and his name is Jake. I didn't have his last name. And so many times I wanted to call him Jake at State Farm but had to make an effort to think and call him Jake the Store Manager. Finally I asked him for his last name. He needed his own identity - in my mind. :o)

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